suspicion.

oh prichard. if only you could speak. if only you could tell me where jeffrey went. if only you could clear your name of suspicion at his disappearance. i don't want to accuse you wrongfully. i can't imagine such a beautiful little fish with such an enormous and efficient appetite. and yet... what are the options, prichard? what else can possibly explain where your brother has gone to? did you, prichard? could it be? did you tear him to pieces and swallow each piece whole? are you capable of such an act? bones and eyeballs and all? in one hour? if you did, how can i keep you? how can i ever trust you again? then again, the twisted side of me likes you even more now...wants to see how you fare with another fish...with a webcam on you this time. (forgive me, jeffrey, i did love you dearly.) *sigh* i just wish i knew...i just wish i knew.